I discovered the photo card when Bill and I moved into our house; and in the 5 years since, folks have been subjected to Bill and I standing (lovingly) by our tree wishing them Merry Christmas. And, then came Molly — so Bill and I got to take a back seat — and now, with Jack; heck, we don’t even have to make an appearance. (until that family beach card, coming in 2014, just wait).

I digress. I’d like to give you a glimpse of the reject pile.

Before we begin this roasting of sorts, let it be known that I think my child is the cutest thing this side of the Mississippi. He has dimples, two bottom teeth and a killer part. And I fully recognize that there would be many more in the reject pile if Bill and I subjected ourselves to this activity.

Cheese.

We lasted 15 minutes.

Bet you can’t wait to see *the* chosen picture.